Ha ha, I told you so! Oh, don't take things so seriously, for one, I doubt that you were elected by the majority of the readers, and two, this is humo.... I admit to brusing the fourth plane, but after all, this is humor, and in a way, isn't it nice to acknowledge the reader? Hey, if you want, go dig up my livejournal, it has some stories on there. Also some fourth plane distortion. I didn't pander though. wait, would this plug be considered pandering or not? hmmm... (pondering imponderables)Ok,. "Thanks, guys," Anne said. "I hate this, but we have to be sure Ms. Grundy is kept happy." Who's Ms. Grundy?" asked Mary.The others laughed. Anne said, "I guess she doesn't live in Colorado. That's what we call the nasty bitch in every community who imagines the worst of everyone and tells the world about how you've done all the sinful things you wish you'd thought of." Oh," said Mary. "I know her, she's like Ms. Doolittle in Fairplay. God, I hated her." Well, it's important that we appear to. "You'll find out soon enough. I did my job. You are as powerful as shesaid you were. Now I get to be a dirty girl when I get back to mymistress." That's if you get back. I intend to murder you here you littlebastard. You have no idea what you're dealing with. I'm not a thing fora little crossdressing punk to fuck with." Oh no, you have no idea what you're dealing with. Oh, my mistress hasher reward!" The man looked up from his position. Dash followed hisline of sight to a couple of women. He was uncomfortable getting down to hisunderwear with only this lady in the store but he realised he was beingstupid. How lucky was he to find a lady like this who had no objectionto helping him try on ladies clothing?The 'fitting room' was just a hardboard cubicle with a ratty curtainacross it but it would do. What else did you expect to find in an OpShop?He took off his shoes and his flared jeans and his bodyshirt. Hedidn't wear a vest under his bodyshirt, nobody did; bodyshirts.